"Every Darkness has a Light; every Light has a Darkness. This is how it has been since the dawn of time, and this is how it must remain until the very end." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There once lived a human girl with magic in her veins; for years she dreamt she danced in a glade of sunshine with a beast that wore the face of a little boy. Spring melted into summer; summer into autumn; autumn into winter. As the mortal girl aged, the darkling boy followed suit. Their meetings in her Dreamworld continued until one day, the young man offered the young woman her freedom. The woman accepted. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Athinea is a realm divided between guardians of light and creatures of darkness, and the darkness is rising. Felicity is of mortal descent, a young woman trapped by an abusive partner and an overbearing father. Alone and afraid, Felicity seeks refuge in her Dreamworld, a place she has visited whilst asleep since she was a child. Felicity believes her safe haven to be part of her imagination, but when she is offered freedom from her mortal life in exchange for a favor by a familiar stranger, she finds it is anything but as she is launched into the middle of a revolution against a maniacal queen. In a realm ripe with magic, Felicity discovers not only her own identity, but also learns that perhaps her mortal soul plays a larger part in the chain of events to come, and that the man she has forged an impossible connection with could bring about the end of everything she holds dear.

In the town of Little Creek, there resides a meager population of 679 people. There are two elementary schools, one public high school, two gas stations, and one street corner cafe that's the only place in town where you can order something that's double-fried and loaded with salt. There are three churches, something the adults of the town praise as an invaluable highlight and something most of the younger population heave a sigh at. In short, everything is painfully underwhelming and average. At least, it WAS average until an angel came hurtling through the stained-glass window of Saint Thomas's Cathedral on a Saturday evening. How do I know it's not some wack story that half-crazed 83-year-old Mrs. Henshore imagined as she was rolling her rosary beads between her fingers during service? Because I was there, and I know that everything I saw is true. I always thought angel visits to earth were supposed to be considered miracles; a sign of good will from the big man himself. I never thought it would unleash hell on earth.

Liza has always been shy, afraid of being noticed. As a new school year starts though, she is forced to face unanswered questions. Why did all her friends move so suddenly? Who are all these people who seem to have taken over her school? And what are these rumors about wolves being spotted in the woods about... A story of love and secrets - and how to be brave in the face of love.